My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet quickly turned to look at Ethan as soon as she heard those words. With her eyes widened in surprise and disbelief, she asked, "Did you bring painting tools along?"

Undiluted affection glistened in Ethan’s eyes as his lips curled up in a smile. He stood up and leaned close to her. As he stared at her affectionately, the golden sun rays danced on their faces.

Instinctively, he stroked her hair and replied, "I’ll try find you some. Just wait for me here."

Ethan straightened up and began to walk towards the forest. When he was sure that he was out of Janet’s sight, he took out his phone and called Sean. His face was cold and his tone was authoritative at this time.

"Send a helicopter here with the best painting equipment immediately!"

On the other end of the line, Sean was flabbergasted to hear his boss’s command. He had been busy supervising the servants to clean up Ethan’s house. Although the errand was out of the blue, he had no choice but to respond, "Okay, sir. I… I’ll do that right away."

equipment because of Janet. He immediately set to work Thirty minutes later,

them. He strapped the easel and the drawing board on his back, while he carried the acrylic paint set, a bucket, and paint brushes in his hands.

Where did you get all these from, Ethan? The drawing board is so

uninhabited island and there’s no shop here. More so,

him with questions, Ethan set down all the tools and smiled at her. She

other side of the island. I went to speak to the occupants there. Luckily,

"Wow! Where is he?"

eyes lit up and she looked in

to watch the sunset. Not to worry, I already thanked him enough for you. Didn’t you say that you wanted

displeased that she couldn’t meet the so-called painter, but she smiled and began to set up the easel. The cool evening breeze blew her white dress when she took a paintbrush and dipped it in